Unipolar Hemiarthroplasty

On the day on which I did my first ever Orthapaedic major surgery called 'Unipolar Hemiarthroplasty', something even bigger happened. Since I committed myself big time in the first part of the sentence before, I might as well as dwell on that for sometime.

Yes, I did something huge. Yesterday night, I spent about 6 hours refreshing everything about the particular surgery as well as about a million pages of anatomy pertaining to that particular region.

On the morning, I reached the theatre very early. The case was posted first on the list. My Prof explained the procedure that he was about to let me perform. I was a little surprised to know that he was doing it in his very own custom way. At first, I was a bit disappointed with that. Later on in the day, I came to know that he is so good at this surgery that he does this major surgery in 8 fucken minutes. Skin to skin that is.

I did almost everything in the surgery. My general surgical technique which could best be termed as jurassic, delayed the surgery by 10 minutes more than the average time taken by an expert surgeon (around 30 minutes). I am very happy to admit that I was better than what I had hoped to be. I think my Professor was in general satisfied with my performance.

I was planning to buy the whole unit lunch -- a Biriyani. But some gaps in communication meant that the plan didn't materialize.

Anyway, I did something huge. And I'm in love with my Prof more than ever. No, not in true 'Love'; in it's purest meaning... but stil. I also learnt that he is one of the most gifted surgical hands that I can hope to work with. Thinking of it, I knew that right from the start. I firmly believe that a gay person can look at someone and say that they are gifted. I also firmly believe that such a skill is not possessed by any straight person.

I think this post has become so self-centric that I'll post again about the other BIG thing which happened today.

Help me someone!

I got insulted by my chief. Well not directly, but indirectly. In front of the whole class in the morning. I'll need to explain it.

There is an area at the back of the hand which is referred to as the 'coin area' of the hand in textbooks of Orthopaedics and neurology. It is the area of the back of the hand at the base of the thumb, 2nd and 3rd fingers which becomes prominent on making a fist or a thumbs up gesture. If you want to know the medical relevance, it is the area supplied solely by a nerve of the upper limb called Radial Nerve.

I am interested in the derivations of such names. I think that it is derived from the fact that it is the area of the hand which is used to catch the coin during a flip (or a toss).

Today, in the class, he said that 'someone' had this mistaken stupid notion. Now I want to prove him wrong.

I'm very desparate. I tried to search the Encyclopaedia Britannica at the local library. Nothing was there in there. In the internet, I found just two pages -

• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coin_flipping
  
• A blog which had an extensive article about Coin flipping. I can't find the link right now.
  

Can someone find if my belief is true. I would be extremely grateful to anyone who came up with the answer.

Chuck's back

Chuck's back from his honeymoon which was almost ruined by the coldwave up north. He confessed that the cold weathere didn't really spoil all the 'fun'. I saw the photos. Some of them are awesome. The ones in the snow really stole my attention. And I'm immensely relieved to know that Nikon Camera that I bought him is working.

He is considerate. He bought be a sweatshirt like Tee Shirt. The color is aarghish. But still, it is fine.

And we are back on without much of problems. I'm relieved that my recent problems with him didn't raise their ugly head once again.

Proving others wrong

I have this insatiable urge to prove others wrong. Is this another obsession? There are instances in the hospital where people just say something and don't have explanations for it. When I come back home and refer it up, sometimes I find that what they said is wrong. Plain rubbish bullshit.

The next day, I go upto them and say it plain and straight to their faces - 'You said bullshit yesterday.'

I extract immense pleasure from this act.

I'm totally past it

Yes. It is official. The dump just got filled. I'm out of my depression. Take a look at this. I even came up with a chemical formula for this.

Kris_down + (2 movies + Ray + recording a song) --> Kris_normal + 2 CO₂ + 44 H₂0

Today, I had a great day at the hospital. I did something new today. My chief was impressed with something else that I had done. He has promised me to perfor a major surgery next week! Oh wow!

I tried re-recording the bass line in my new song which is called 'Oddity'. I did write something lyrically for it. But I don't think what I wrote fits in. I have to re-write.

Then I had this queer dream. No, nothing associated with sex. 'Queer' as in odd, different. I dreamt that I lost my mobile phone in a bus. The story goes like this. I'm in the back seat of the bus. The bus falls into a gutter. It shakes me up so much, the mobile phone which I was holding flew out of my hands and landed on someone's lap 6 rows (yes, I remember that. It is just 6) ahead.

No one else notices it. That is strange. I think I'll get it back from the guy as I get down at my stop. But when the train arrives at the stop, I realize that the guy has just disappeared. With my mobile. I have lost yet another electronic gadgetry.

Then the mobile phone rang. In real life dumbo. It was Chuck on the other end. He just called up to ask what is happening. He will take another day to arrive. And is not planning to join the hospital immediately. Apparently Sreex's birthday is on Friday and they are going to celebrate.

When he hangs up, I began to worry. I had lost my mobile. And I'm sweaty because somewhere in the sleep, I had switched of the ceiling fan. I take a look at myself in the mirror. Whoa! That is what you called horrible. I need a hair cut.

I go out and have one in the barber shop that I have been going to since I was a kid. There is a hot Dad there. But I never get to get done by him. Just about always, I am attended to by the non-hot guy.

Today too, I just missed getting done by the hot Dad. But, I got a lot of talk time with him. He is a diabetic, heart-patient etc and he consults me regularly. I had a detailed talk with him. This is one real advantage with being a doctor. You can initiate almost everyone into talking about there ailments. The sad bit is that I get hardons using that. Perverted? Yeah, whatever!

Then I do something which defines gayness. I go to the supermarket and buy a shit load of stuff like deos, hair gels and shampoos. I buy something that I've never tested. And I spend about 40 minutes for selecting these. And I don't buy anything other than these.

After this I hang out at my friend's place. There again, I get to use my role as a doctor to good effect. I guess being a doc helps you out immensely in such social situations.

And now I'm back home. Looking back at the day, I can definitely say that I'm back!

Double bill

The weekend on a bluesy weekend should have been dull. But I enjoyed the Sunday very much. First of all I recorded something new. And it sounds okay. I experimented with the bass quite a lot. But the only real problem lies in the tone that I extract out of my electric guitar through my marshall amp. I guess it will take a lot of time to get better.

That must have been the potion. I had planned to go for a movie - Ocean's 12 to be specific - with Ray in the evening. We did just that. I thought the movie was fantastic. I mean, it is so fast-paced you can't miss a scene. It is totally intelligent sort of a movie. Add to it a lot of good screenplay and George Clooney -- Oooh it was awesome!

The surprising thing was that our evening didn't end just like that. We had dinner at our favorite restaurant and then went for another movie - National Treasure. It can't be compared with Ocean's 12. But still I enjoyed the latter half of the movie.

I think I'm past the nadir, of my depression that is.

A trip to the mountains

Today, I went for that trip with my colleagues at the hospital. We went to a hilly area with streams and waterfalls. Almost everyone in the gang except me, Prof and another hot assistant professor got themselves drunk and made a mess of themselves. I honestly despise alcoholism. I think that I’ve begun to hate people on this behalf.

On the positive side, I got to the see the awesome chest of my professor while we were bathing/swimming in a pool. That could compete with my e-friend Al’s chest. Besides, I got to the the package as well. But no naked shots. I was semi-disappointed because of that.

And I noticed that my Prof was in great condition. He didn’t pant or complain during trekking. He is also a good swimmer.

Oh and he sang well too. I played guitars while he sang a few songs without much of hassle!

How I wish I could get him to have sex with me!

Priority list's fucked

There are times when I really think I need to look at myself in the mirror. Not at the physical mirror; metaphorically instead. The self appreciation in front of the physical mirror is practiced regularly by me. I guess I look myself at the physical mirror much more than any normal man would do. But much less than any true gay man would. Anyway, back to the metaphorical mirror.

One reason is that I still don’t understand the priorities of my life. Which one of these do I value most? I’ll list them in the order what I think should be my order of preference.

1. Profession
   
2. Music
   
3. Sex
   
4. Other hobbies
   
5. Helping others
   
   
   

I feel that I need to excel in my professional field not because I want to help cure the sufferers, but because I need to praised, credited for or appreciated for the service that I do. Not just be my peers, but by the other staff who work with me and also by patients and relatives. Of course, considering that I live in India, I need to support myself to entertain my other priorities.

Then comes the million dollar question – Had I enough and more money to support myself right now, would I choose medicine or music as a career. NOW is important. I think I might choose music because I think that gives me more creative options. I sincerely think that I’m more blessed in music that doctorship.

Then comes sex. Lately I’ve realized that even though I want music and profession higher than sex on my list, I might just love sex more than either. That is a rude shock kind of thing to me. Take a look at what I do in real life. I want to be appreciated MOSTLY by men who are sexually appealing to me. Therefore, sex might just be the thing on top.

Considering the fact that I go to great length trying to help everyone and sacrifice profession, music and sex as a result, shouldn’t that be on the top? The reason is still the same – I need to be appreciated.

I currently am considering developing photography, web designing, reading and sports are other hobbies when I’m not getting time for developing my favorite hobby.

Finally, when you look back at the list again, I think it is actually like this.

1. Helping others
   
2. Sex
   
3. Music
   
4. Profession
   
5. Other hobbies
   
   

This looks fucked. How am I ever going to be successful in life?

Problems at the hospital

As I mentioned earlier, I feel that most of my colleagues (in my specialty) are not all that receptive for academic discussions especially when they involve accepting other point of views. That is bothering me a lot. Yesterday, I spent a night at the theatre. Late in the night, I tried to engage in a discussion. Of course, it was about 3 AM in the morning. But then, I received a sordid response.

Might this affect me in my career?

Chuck's Dad day 2

Today, I engaged in an academic argument with almost everyone about a particular Xray. I was amazed by the lack of flexibility of concepts and inability to accept a different opinion amongst my colleagues.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in running around for Chuck’s application form.

In the evening, I was treated to something special. Chuck’s father (Mr. Sreex) called me and informed me that a SIM card for a new mobile phone connection that I was taking for my parents was ready. He said I can come and take it anytime in the evening. Since I had to go to my friend A.’s place to start on another favor, I decided to club both.

When I reached Chuck’s home, Mr. Sreex dressed seductively in a ‘lungi’ (and only that; nothing under) was watering his plants. I went in and he greeted me in.. We engaged in conversation. This time a little more complicated. I initiated various topics including hobbies, post-retirement plans etc. He showed me pictures from the wedding function.

Then I recalled that I had to get my Father’s ID card (which I had given him for the purpose of the mobile connection) from him. When I asked about it, he said he had given it to Chuck. Since my father was pestering me with this issue on a daily basis, I asked if I could search for it. Mr. Sreex offered to call Chuck up. This happened hence.

As usual, I could see his groin folds over his lungi, that’s how low he wore those. He had double-folded the lower portion so that about half of his thighs were visible. Therefore, just his prize-area was out of my line of vision. As he was talking to Chuck he casually scratched his thigh and rode up the lungi up so high that his testicles were visible. He continued to scratch himself. Guilty conscience was striking me hard at that time. Anyway, he handed over the phone to me and there ended the episode.

That was so sexy of him. He is a little devil!

Hot Dad from Texas

These days, I’m getting to chat with a really hot Dad from Texas. He is called Al and he regularly shows himself on the cam. I think he is a great person and a sexy Dad to look at.